Grace Grows Best in Winter

"It was not long after I left the hospital in 1967 that I fell into a deep pit of depression. I was but a young girl yet I was facing an overwhelming future — a life of total and severe paralysis. I was in desperate need of answers.. A young friend who often came by my home for visits stopped by one day with a special book in hand..<BR /><BR /> "Together we read that book through the weeks of winter.. I eagerly looked forward to each chapter mdash; discovering sense in sovereignty and delighting in a new grasp on God's grasp..<BR /><BR /> "May I be the friend who stops by in your life this day? You have in your hands that same special book that I read back in that first winter of my disability. Grace grew then for me. And through grace you will grow too!"